Mine would definitely be the night I was at cub scouts with my family and younger brother. We had a sleep over at the Methodist Church they always had the meetings at. Anyway, all the young cub scouts wanted to play hide and seek, and even though I was like 4 years older than all off them, I still wanted to play. So I hid in the storage room where they kept all the tables and chairs. It felt like 30 minutes that I was in there. I was standing by the door when I heard a scraping sound. AND I FREAKIN KID YOU NOT!! A freaking cloth fell from one of the chair and freakin hair was sticking out of it. It started not crawling, but more like sliding towards me and I was so scared I couldn't move. Then all of a sudden my friend Jay pulled me out of the room saying "(alias) Chelle, they said you have to stay in the first hallway or the dinning room." I couldn't even speak, I was so freaking scared. I was stuttering like no tomorrow. When I could finally talk, I told Jay and he's "yeah, yeah." I then told my parents and my dad was superstitious so he told me to be quiet before I really do attract demons. My mom was overly superstitious and got me blessed, printed out prayers, and went to see a fortune teller. That just freaked my little 12 yr-old mind out even more. You can trust that I never went to that church ever again.

And we live in an apartment complex too, so EVERY apartment is connected to the basement (plus there's like 5 extra 'rooms' down there as well). I'm just afraid of one of our neighbors coming down there with an axe/knife, or I might stumble into one of the rooms and get crushed by falling planks.

And with that we snuff out Jack, turn off the porch light, and bid adieu to Halloween for another year.

I hope you found something that made you grin, guffaw, scandalously chortle or even titter (if you're old enough for that sort of thing). Thanks for coming to my party, and Happy New Year to all you witches.

"The Mexican tradition in this time of year involves closely knit families assembling a ritual altar with offerings for loved ones who have passed on.

"The town I grew up in is where artist Jose Posada created the iconic Catrina, which is a source of communal pride. Every year there is an elaborate cultural fair throughout October called 'Festival de Calaveras,' and two city plazas fill up with lights and flowers, traditional food, countless art showcases and performances in celebration of death.

"The entire festival can be seen as an altar on a larger scale, not only to mourn for those we knew intimately, but to acknowledge victims of slaughter, war, and pandemics through history. It's a time for everything that encompasses loss among the living; mourning, protest, acceptance and carefree celebration that everything in this world is temporary. It's fun for kids too lol!"